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I'm fallin' up flights of
myself from the sidewalk
Jumpin' from to bridges
Drownin' in air

Hip hop is lyin' on the of the road
dead to itself
Blood scrawled over its flesh like jazz
Stuffed into an over record bag

Tuba swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like at Karma's wedding
The bearer bore bad news
Minister of Information the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's singin' the song
Dissonant chords find necks nooses
That nigga kicked the chair from my feet
Harlem shakin' from a rope but on beat

Damn, that loop is
That nigga found a way to sample the way the truth the
Can't wait to play myself at the party
are gonna die

Cop car swerves to the side of the
Hip hop takes its last
The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a pad
Then balls the paper into his hand he'd rather freestyle

"You the right to remain silent"
"You have the right to silent"
An' maybe you should have, maybe you have
Before bullshit manifested

These thugs can't fuck with me, too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's than black

So my aliens at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for rich
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you buy shit to not get hungry

to Hip Hop
Dear Hip Hop,
This has gone too far, stop
Please see that an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop

The are dancin' off beat, stop
The master of ceremonies forgotten
That they once slaves and have neglected
The occasion of ceremony, stop

Perhaps we should not have encouraged
To use cordless
For they walked too far from the source
An' are emittin' a lesser frequency,

Please inform all interested
That cash nor murder have been to list of elements, stop
We are discontinuin' our line of
In light of the trend in 'Realness', stop

As an alternative, we will be weed supplies
An' replacin' them magic mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' niggas see their reality, stop
Give my regards to

These thugs can't with me, they're too thugged out
think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, bigger than black

So where my at? Girl, we all illegal
This system for us, it's for rich people
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

These cats can't fuck with me, I purr
Sold, increased, toe shell a turtle
I walk the like the lie that I'm tellin'
One grips me and starts yellin'

I see through speakers, I speak seen
I eat and shed, I and dream
I walk the streets of London like, "'Know I mean?"
An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy

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